The way her body had responded to Drake and Jane the previous evening helped to trigger this revelation. She’d always been so self-conscious that she didn’t have slim hips and straight lines that she’d fought to keep them stiff and in place, so they wouldn’t sway too much. But last night… It’d been wonderful to fall into a natural rhythm with Drake that involved undulating and rolling her hips. And this morning, the soreness she’d felt had been because she’d never worked that part of her body in that way.
“The bottom line is,” she continued as he remained perplexed, “I realized this evening that I could bury my head in the sand and assume you didn’t want me or I could come here and force you to admit it. So I’d know for sure. Or hear that, in fact, you do want me. So. Which is it?”
One dark brow lifted. “Force me?”
She nodded. “You can’t lie to me.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“First, I don’t believe it’s in your nature. Second, you felt horrible for hurting me and you wouldn’t do it again. Telling me no, you don’t want me, cuts me loose and you won’t have the chance to ever hurt me again, thereby honoring your vow.”
“I see. And telling you I do want you…?”
She grinned. She couldn’t say where all the bravado came from, but like last night, when all the pieces fell into place, it just felt right. “Then you’ll be grateful I’m helping you unpack.”
His smirk was damn sexy. “Do you realize you make my head spin?”
“Answer the question, please.”
“You already know the answer.” He scooped her up in his arms, effortlessly as usual. Cradling her body close to his, he said, “Change of plan, love. Europe is out. Mexico is in.”